They are the people who live all around us.They come into our life for a short time,we greet each other and move on. But once in a while,something happens and we open up.Maybe it is because we are third persons to each other and we do not really know much about that person or their family. Talking about our troubles relieves the mind of all pent up emotions.
There was this girl whom I have been seeing for years. One day we were just the two of us in the shop,I was asking about her well being and she suddenly started telling me about her mother who is suffering from dementia. This girl has to work hard for her living and cannot afford a full time nurse. She poured out her feelings and I think she felt a little better. She was also feeling troubled that she troubled me with her problems. We never mentioned the matter again.
Then there is this lady whom I meet once in a while,on my way back home. A remark by her friend opened her up and she poured out all her frustrations. Her husband is bedridden and her mother also needs looking after,her child is studying and she is the only earning member. She wants her child to have a good education and she feels so helpless sometimes,but life has to go on. Her salary is not very high and her chief worry is how to manage,every paise counts.
And I remember that lady I met in the transit lounge, we had to wait for many hours. There was some connection and we talked a lot about so many things and when we said good bye both of us were surprised at what we had told each other. Maybe the knowledge that would never meet again made it easier for us to talk freely,what we would never have told someone closer to the family.
Just the other day,I was waiting in the hospital and a girl and her father were also waiting. They belonged to a lower income group.A nursing student came to talk to them.She looked like the girl’s sister. The father was looking at her with affection. When the girl left,the father turned to me and said the she was his daughter.There was so much pride in his voice.He told me that she would be completing her course in a few months. He just wanted to share his happiness. It was heartening to see his willingness to educate his daughter and his happiness.
“Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow”. ~Swedish Proverb